| Author: | Nikita Storm | ISBN: | 1230002338132 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm | Publication: | May 24, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nikita Storm |
| ISBN: | 1230002338132 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm |
| Publication: | May 24, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Dinners are hard. Especially when your wife’s best friend is taunting and teasing you from across the table. It’s even worse when you know she’s getting married in a few days. With long, auburn hair a voluptuous chest and a stunning red dress, Betty - his wife’s best friend - could have any man she pleased.
But she wanted him.
John was beside himself. He’d never gone behind his wife’s back before, but he had a hunch that something was up between the two best friends. Should he allow himself to be seduced by his wife’s best friend right in the living room? What about her husband? And his wife? How would they react?
Excerpt:
It was the hardest dinner party I've ever had to sit through. Shelley, my loving wife, invited over her best and closest friend since long before we met along with her husband-to-be, Steve.
She wanted to give her a grand send-off before the whirlwind of the wedding and subsequent honeymoon left no time.
The food was absolutely delicious. The atmosphere was cozy as it was just the four of us sitting around a dining room table. But - my God - I had never seen her friend looking so gorgeous before.
Let me try to paint you a picture:
In her delicious red-pumps, she stood a good 5'10" tall. She had lovely long-flowing auburn hair and bangs that she was constantly pushing out of her eyes. Her hips…Oh God, her hips. These were child-bearing hips if I ever saw them! Her spectacular red dress tried to cover them, but couldn't; it only accentuated them.
Her legs seemed to go on forever and I found my mind wandering all night. Several times throughout the course of the meal, I had to excuse myself and "adjust" myself in the restroom. Including my wife, I'd never been affected by a woman like Betty before.
"Get a hold of yourself, John," I said to my face in the mirror during one of my frequent bathroom breaks. "She's not yours. You have a lovely wife."
I don't recall what I said to myself next as I heard a knock on the door. It was her fiance. Fuck. I hope he didn't hear me.
"Be out in a sec!" I called out as I splashed cold water all over my face. I grunted at him when we passed as I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. Not after the thoughts I was having about his future wife.
"Where's Shel?" I inquired as I stumbled into the living room and saw her sitting on the love-seat. My heart skipped two beats - I swear that if it wasn't safely ensconced in my chest it would've jumped out and ran away - as I partook of Betty's loveliness.
When I say loveliness, I mean she was freakin' hot! Her red dress accentuated every curve of her gorgeous body. I found myself staring at her large breasts and when she caught my eye, she tittered.
"She's cleaning up. Looks like it's just you and I," she said seductively, patting the seat next to her. "Why don't you join me and we can talk about whatever catches our fancy."
I gulped. Did I dare sit next to this lovely creature? Did I trust myself?
"What about your husband?"
She laughed again, her voice high-pitched and light. "Future husband," she reminded me. "Don't worry about him. He'll be in there awhile."
I stared at her bosom, my cock tenting noticeably in my pants. "What about my husband?" Shit. "I mean, my wife." God damn, I was starting to act like a virgin.
Dinners are hard. Especially when your wife’s best friend is taunting and teasing you from across the table. It’s even worse when you know she’s getting married in a few days. With long, auburn hair a voluptuous chest and a stunning red dress, Betty - his wife’s best friend - could have any man she pleased.
But she wanted him.
John was beside himself. He’d never gone behind his wife’s back before, but he had a hunch that something was up between the two best friends. Should he allow himself to be seduced by his wife’s best friend right in the living room? What about her husband? And his wife? How would they react?
Excerpt:
It was the hardest dinner party I've ever had to sit through. Shelley, my loving wife, invited over her best and closest friend since long before we met along with her husband-to-be, Steve.
She wanted to give her a grand send-off before the whirlwind of the wedding and subsequent honeymoon left no time.
The food was absolutely delicious. The atmosphere was cozy as it was just the four of us sitting around a dining room table. But - my God - I had never seen her friend looking so gorgeous before.
Let me try to paint you a picture:
In her delicious red-pumps, she stood a good 5'10" tall. She had lovely long-flowing auburn hair and bangs that she was constantly pushing out of her eyes. Her hips…Oh God, her hips. These were child-bearing hips if I ever saw them! Her spectacular red dress tried to cover them, but couldn't; it only accentuated them.
Her legs seemed to go on forever and I found my mind wandering all night. Several times throughout the course of the meal, I had to excuse myself and "adjust" myself in the restroom. Including my wife, I'd never been affected by a woman like Betty before.
"Get a hold of yourself, John," I said to my face in the mirror during one of my frequent bathroom breaks. "She's not yours. You have a lovely wife."
I don't recall what I said to myself next as I heard a knock on the door. It was her fiance. Fuck. I hope he didn't hear me.
"Be out in a sec!" I called out as I splashed cold water all over my face. I grunted at him when we passed as I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. Not after the thoughts I was having about his future wife.
"Where's Shel?" I inquired as I stumbled into the living room and saw her sitting on the love-seat. My heart skipped two beats - I swear that if it wasn't safely ensconced in my chest it would've jumped out and ran away - as I partook of Betty's loveliness.
When I say loveliness, I mean she was freakin' hot! Her red dress accentuated every curve of her gorgeous body. I found myself staring at her large breasts and when she caught my eye, she tittered.
"She's cleaning up. Looks like it's just you and I," she said seductively, patting the seat next to her. "Why don't you join me and we can talk about whatever catches our fancy."
I gulped. Did I dare sit next to this lovely creature? Did I trust myself?
"What about your husband?"
She laughed again, her voice high-pitched and light. "Future husband," she reminded me. "Don't worry about him. He'll be in there awhile."
I stared at her bosom, my cock tenting noticeably in my pants. "What about my husband?" Shit. "I mean, my wife." God damn, I was starting to act like a virgin.
